NAME: Aleksandr Kepsi
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Echani, Lothalian
AGE: 29
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT: 216 lbs
EYES: Light Brown
HAIR: White
SKIN: White, Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, Aleksandr is highly force-sensitive.
FORCE USAGE, LIGHTSABER COMBAT, COMBAT TRIVIA:
Force Method- Alek is one of the few naturally gifted in the force, being sensitive in a way that seems unnatural. He's more powerful in it than his master, but definitely less disciplined, as his training was cut short. He's done his best to teach himself, but he's not the best teacher. One thing he has got down is an ability similar to his former master. As to where Martin could cover himself in an 'area of control', being a master of defense, Alek has created a technique called 'area of onslaught'. This technique is the polar opposite of the area of control. Masking himself in a 'cloak' of barely visible lightning, enhancing his movement speed, Alek becomes a violent blur of form VII, arcs of electricity shooting from his saber and the man himself.
Lightsaber form- Playing into his former master again, Alek shares his heavy use of form II lightsaber combat. While he doesn't rely on form III, this focus is shifted purely to form VII. To the few who know him, Alek is notorious for cutting down enemies with speed in ease. Like his master before him, he has learned patience, and due to his unique perception, he can spot the weaknesses in someone's system far before the battle begins. He is quick and proficient, focusing solely on debilitating maneuvers and sure-fire ways to end the battle with little to no damage to himself, no matter how brutal.
STRENGTHS, WEAKNESSES, AND PERSONALITY:
Aleksandr is perceptive, if there was anything to note about him, it would be that. Either his natural gift with the force, or being raised in a wealthy household, something has made him keen on all things around him being able to pick up on the smallest details in conversation. Moving along with that, he is also quite charming, using that strength of his in quite cruel ways. He is cunning, manipulative, and to top it off, he knows how to use the force.
For all these things, he sees himself as a sort of mastermind, leading him to underestimate others quite quickly. Something else hampering him, despite his charming nature, is his grasp of social norms. In a group of people who just watched their friend die, Alek would go on to talk about how interesting it was. He isn't a sociopath, he was just never taught right.
APPEARANCE:
Typically dressed in either a black or brown tunic, dark pants, and leather high boots. He doesn't alter his wardrobe very often, having near-identical copies of the exact same clothes. While traveling, as he often does, he dons a maroon-colored robe, similar to his former master. Clipped to his belt is a lightly ornate lightsaber, while activated, it shines a brilliant violet.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on the planet of Lothal, Alek wasn't raised in a typical Echani family. In a culture that valued honor and respect, Alek's parents valued progress and wealth. His parents were hard people, difficult people, they expected results no matter what. For you see, they were farm barons, or at least that's what he called them. They owned the land of many farms, and they often bought out property they didn't own. They were cruel people, and the fact that Alek was an only child certainly didn't help his predicament. Needless to say, over those years, he began to take after his parents.
Eventually, getting to the age he didn't need them anymore, Alek left. He traveled around, typically finding himself in low diplomatic jobs. For a few years, he was an imperial ensign, learning much about their protocol and standard procedure. After that, he traveled a bit more, as he realized he quite enjoyed it. One of his favorite jobs was being a street performer, for he'd still practiced Echani fire-dancing at a young age. But he was fond of that job for another reason, more sentimental than most others, it was how he met Martin.
Never in his entire life had he met a calmer man. He was patient, far more patient than Alek's parents had ever been. For the first time, Alek had found someone he could respect. Although he never consider it, Martin was like a father. He loved Alek, despite his pull to the darker side of force. He told him it was okay, and that pull was natural. Alek wanted so much to make him proud, to not let him down... but eventually, he did.
An entire group of unarmed men, fried. Yes they were criminals, yes they were bad, but they were in pieces and Alek had done it with his own hand. He still remembered it, not the dead men or the surge of the dark side, but the sadness and disappointment on Martin's face as he left Alek that day. And he remembered his words, 'Not again, not this time."
SHIP:
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KILLS:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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